Bloggery Floggery
Friday 8th September - Twenty Seven Pages and Bird News
http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2006/09/twenty-seven-pages-and-bird-news.html
LKH in bold, me in normal.
Twenty-seven pages today. Wow. I've actually made an outline for the rest of the book.
Fact: many authors chose to write outlines before writing the book.
We topped five hundred pages today. We, at the end of a book I usually start saying 'we', because I've spent the day writing first person narration. I've spent the day writing, I and we, and it's hard to stop.
Fact: many authors know the difference between themselves and their characters
Nearly thirty pages and I am fried.
It's probably too much to ask that she means this literally.
I had this blog planned where I'd talk about the red tail hawks that have taken up residence in our yard, but I'm too tired to do it justice.
And probably nobody would have cared anyway.
It's a parent, we think female, and her baby. The baby is a biiig baby, but he has spent days sitting in trees crying for her to feed him. Like any baby bird he's been trying to follow her around and beg for food. I'm just used to seeing songbirds do it, not birds of prey. It's been very cool. I'll try to do a more complete hawk blog later, maybe Jon will help, since the hawks have become a group activity.
Although presumably not the same kind of "group activity" Anita and her gimps boyfriends indulge in.
If Darla, or one of us hear the hawks outside, work sometimes stops and we go out to see if we can spot them.
Darla lets you go outside? But, like, the world is out there.
We saw a female oriole this week, and the hummingbirds are really loving the feeders. The goldfinches have almost decimated the sunflowers in the flower garden. Mockingbirds, Brown Thrashers, Cardinals, are just a few of the birds that are visiting the Choke Cherry.
I believe that last sentence needs an "and" in it somewhere. [/ grammar nazi]
Also, anyone else find their mind conjuring up grim images at the words "choke" and "cherry"? No? Just me? Okay.
The House Sparrows have come back from where ever they vanished to, and are looking over the purple martin house, which has never held a purple martin. It's held starlings and sparrows, and at one point wasps,
All at the same time! In a long-feathered, buzzing, hot, tight orgy of birds and bees! Dare I say the purple martin house has held as many things as Anita's crotch, or is that going to far?
but never what it was intended for. It was up when we bought the house, I knew the martin condo was doomed.
If you're so good at recognising doomed projects, how do you excuse the last few Anita books?
It wasn't close enough to a body of water for one of many problems.
I read this as LKH wanting there to be problems, but didn't have enough water for them.
I hated the sparrrows when they took over our bird feeders but the sparrows will at least share the feeders with everybody else, the starlings chase everybody off, but themselves.
Free comma, anyone? Going to a good home. Just pick whichever one grabs your attention.
When I saw the cloud of sparrows dash past my windows and land on the martin house, I was actually happy to see them.
That's so big of you. I bet they appreciated it.
They hopped around the house talking back and forth, looking for all the world like a family that left the summer cottage and came back to find it trashed by wind, rain, and neglect. Can we fix it up? How much work will it be? Can we get it ready in time? You can complain about sparrows
I don't.
and we do,
You shouldn't.
but they are such unremittingly cheerful birds. There are moments when I actually understand how a homesick Englishman could want to bring them over, so he'd have some sounds of home.
You'd be lucky to hear sparrows in my part of England. All we get is police sirens and pigeons. Not that I can blame LKH for that.
Or can I?
http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2006/09/twenty-seven-pages-and-bird-news.html
LKH in bold, me in normal.
Twenty-seven pages today. Wow. I've actually made an outline for the rest of the book.
Fact: many authors chose to write outlines before writing the book.
We topped five hundred pages today. We, at the end of a book I usually start saying 'we', because I've spent the day writing first person narration. I've spent the day writing, I and we, and it's hard to stop.
Fact: many authors know the difference between themselves and their characters
Nearly thirty pages and I am fried.
It's probably too much to ask that she means this literally.
I had this blog planned where I'd talk about the red tail hawks that have taken up residence in our yard, but I'm too tired to do it justice.
And probably nobody would have cared anyway.
It's a parent, we think female, and her baby. The baby is a biiig baby, but he has spent days sitting in trees crying for her to feed him. Like any baby bird he's been trying to follow her around and beg for food. I'm just used to seeing songbirds do it, not birds of prey. It's been very cool. I'll try to do a more complete hawk blog later, maybe Jon will help, since the hawks have become a group activity.
Although presumably not the same kind of "group activity" Anita and her gimps boyfriends indulge in.
If Darla, or one of us hear the hawks outside, work sometimes stops and we go out to see if we can spot them.
Darla lets you go outside? But, like, the world is out there.
We saw a female oriole this week, and the hummingbirds are really loving the feeders. The goldfinches have almost decimated the sunflowers in the flower garden. Mockingbirds, Brown Thrashers, Cardinals, are just a few of the birds that are visiting the Choke Cherry.
I believe that last sentence needs an "and" in it somewhere. [/ grammar nazi]
Also, anyone else find their mind conjuring up grim images at the words "choke" and "cherry"? No? Just me? Okay.
The House Sparrows have come back from where ever they vanished to, and are looking over the purple martin house, which has never held a purple martin. It's held starlings and sparrows, and at one point wasps,
All at the same time! In a long-feathered, buzzing, hot, tight orgy of birds and bees! Dare I say the purple martin house has held as many things as Anita's crotch, or is that going to far?
but never what it was intended for. It was up when we bought the house, I knew the martin condo was doomed.
If you're so good at recognising doomed projects, how do you excuse the last few Anita books?
It wasn't close enough to a body of water for one of many problems.
I read this as LKH wanting there to be problems, but didn't have enough water for them.
I hated the sparrrows when they took over our bird feeders but the sparrows will at least share the feeders with everybody else, the starlings chase everybody off, but themselves.
Free comma, anyone? Going to a good home. Just pick whichever one grabs your attention.
When I saw the cloud of sparrows dash past my windows and land on the martin house, I was actually happy to see them.
That's so big of you. I bet they appreciated it.
They hopped around the house talking back and forth, looking for all the world like a family that left the summer cottage and came back to find it trashed by wind, rain, and neglect. Can we fix it up? How much work will it be? Can we get it ready in time? You can complain about sparrows
I don't.
and we do,
You shouldn't.
but they are such unremittingly cheerful birds. There are moments when I actually understand how a homesick Englishman could want to bring them over, so he'd have some sounds of home.
You'd be lucky to hear sparrows in my part of England. All we get is police sirens and pigeons. Not that I can blame LKH for that.
Or can I?